Coors Banquet

By: Isabelle Morgan

When I open the bottle

Crack the seal of the soda

And twist and drop the top

Shit is bound to happen

The carbonation goes away

Temperature gives into the air

And bugs see the mouth

As a dare to the bottom

Shit definitely happens

I lose control of the drink

But leaving it closed 

Will only make the bad 

Ferment and linger

Because there is no 

Resealing the bottle or 

melding the can

I have to swallow the bugs

And choke down the taste of regret

For choosing a mystery flavor

Now flat 

Tastes of confusion 

Something sour